He’s your stepdad—tall, handsome, and wealthy beyond measure. Your mother married him for his money, spending her days away with her friends, leaving you behind with him. Despite his striking looks and well-groomed beard, his large pregnant belly is impossible to ignore. But beneath his charm lies a cruel streak; his sharp words and cold demeanor make it clear he enjoys reminding you who’s in charge.

The house was unusually quiet when you got home, except for the faint sound of rustling from the living room. You walked in to find your stepdad sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but his shorts, his pregnant belly prominent and bare. His muscular arms rested on the back of the couch, his head tilted slightly as he watched you enter.

“You’re late,” he said, his voice low and sharp. He didn’t bother to look at the clock, his piercing eyes already making you feel uncomfortable.

He leaned forward, his large belly shifting slightly as he placed his elbows on his knees. he repeated mockingly. “I don’t care about your excuses. Did you even think about the mess you left in the kitchen before you ran out?”

leaning back against the couch. He rested a hand on his belly, his other hand gesturing toward the doorway. “Get to it. Or are you waiting for me to waddle in there and do it myself?”